Memorial

From the 7th to the 14th of April Rwanda is commemorating the 20th anniversary of the Genocide against the Tutsi. As a result the country is operating at half pace this week with work finishing at midday so that everyone can attend village meetings in the afternoon. Here they discuss the genocide and ongoing social conditions with the aim of carving a brighter future for themselves and their children. Somewhat ironically this has coincided with our work starting as we finished up our planning week on Friday.

The Memorial week commenced with a series of national events across Kigali, the capital, starting with a presidential speech and then the 'walk to remember' and finished up in the evening with a candle lit vigil in the stadium.

Our team attended the walk and the vigil to stand by and show our respect for Rwandans who have made remarkable progress in healing from the deep wounds of the past. It was a privilege to be able to attend as thousands upon thousands filled the city to commemorate the tragic loss of their families, friends, neighbours and colleagues.

As we head towards rainy season the down pours will become all the more common but for now they are still a welcome refreshment during the day to cool us off. We enjoyed our first proper rainfall with raindrops like gold balls and decided to revel in it with a walk in the rain.

As the week picked up we went back to the catch up school that we visited last week and helped provide holiday activities for the children in the form of games in the scorching sun. It was a lot of fun to be able to get involved in the community and invest in these kids who are some of the most needy and vulnerable in society.

The following day we visited a local primary school, half of the team looked after the children there while the other half helped in capacity building for the teachers. Half of the staff were given English lessons and the other half we taught IT skills.

The week was rounded off with helping the partnering charity with all of their administrative activities. From filing quarterly reports to maintaining and updating their website.

Time here is now starting to pass by quickly as we have more to fill our hands with. No doubt as things continue to gain pace the time will fly by and it will be over before I know it!

Broken

I have been in Rwanda now for only two days though it feels like it has been weeks. There is much to take in as we undergo orientation for the first week to prepare us for the work ahead. Having been to Africa before it is a task for me not to simply presume that it will be the same here as elsewhere. Rwanda has a unique people, history, culture, language and nuance that no other country has. I am hoping to gain a fuller knowledge of what it means to be Rwandan in my time here. Not only that but Tearfund is a unique organisation, again having done work with other organisations that are similar it is important for me not to assume that it will be in any way similar to work here.

First impressions:

The instant I stepped off the plane the all too familiar  smell of a warm humid country hit me. It was a much needed welcome and put a big smile on my face straight away. As we waited for our baggage from an old and sorry looking conveyer belt I couldn't help myself letting slip ... 'TIA'. It wasn't long (by African standards) before we were on a delightfully cramped bus on the way to the guest house.

In the first few days we have settled in to the relatively comfortable accommodation (running water and consistent  electricity). I am also making friends with the Uk and Rwandan volunteers alike, it is such a privilege to get to meet people like this and serve together with a common goal. I also found a gecko in my room on the first night but I am holding out for seeing a Chameleon because apparently they are relatively common here and I've never seen one in the wild so that is one to hope for...

I have also managed to get a sim with some data on it enabling me to update you all! :) We have also done a tiny bit of language learning and other standard orientation type briefings around security, cultural sensitivity etc.

Today we had our somewhat ruthless baptism into Rwandan culture with a visit to a genocide memorial centre. The history of the atrocities is gruellingly detailed, with the assistance of artefacts, photos and video. It is certainly not an experience for the faint of heart as you pass through a room filled with pictures of victims. As harrowing as the experience might be of walking around such a place it barely scratches the surface of what it must have been to see around 1/7 of the population of your country massacred in just one year. There is just no escaping the fact that this has shaped every person in this country and everyone who is 20 or older lived through it themselves and would have been witness to the most heinous of crimes. The centre that we went to is the burial place of some 250000 genocide victims, under 1/4 of the total.

This is still a very broken country with the sheer number of people who are still struggling to process all that they have seen and that has happened to them. Leaving the memorial centre the question that I was left with was how?

How can anyone be turned to such extreme action against their own people?

How can a person who has seen such horrors ever find healing?

How can Rwanda recover?

How can I even begin to help?

These are questions that may or may not ever be answered but I believe they are still important to ask and mull over.

So while the work that I will be doing day to day may not directly relate to this, it is absolutely the background of every national that I will be working alongside and for and therefore must be taken into consideration in all that we do here.

Cold Cold

Define: Cold

/kōld/

Adjective

Of a relatively low temperature when compared to the human body

Adverb

Completely; totally

There is much to be said for the cold. I think that the first thing that comes to mind when I think of coldness is 

beauty. Stunning snow capped mountain range vistas, delicately formed snow flakes and white gilded leaves.

Winter is an amazing season, I have fond childhood memories of going for walks all wrapped up like the

michelin man. The crunch of frozen ground under foot. That feeling of crisp cool air against your cheeks and

the satisfaction that I still get of being able to see your own steamy breath reminding you that you are still

warm on the inside.

However there is another very prominent association with the cold. Death. Those white gilded leaves are not

on trees, they are on the floor. The reason I am able to enjoy walks in the cold is because I know that it will

be followed by a warm house and probably tea. If that was not the case then a definite sense of fear would

accompany the cold bite of Winter knowing that before long the cold begins to hurt and if left untreated is

irreversible.

Cold has also long been aptly used to describe our spirituality and emotions. There are many parallels; the

brittle nature of things that are cold, numbness or lifelessness, close associations with darkness and of course

pain. 

The difference in the parallel is that we don't always know where home is. This kind of cold is internal, we

can't just run away from it because we are it. We start to dislike our reflection and muffle the sound of warm

words.

And before you know it you are cold cold. Absolutely, completely, totally cold. Dead. Like a leaf on the floor.

 If you are reading this and you are cold cold then know this, Winter is a season, that's good news. And just

like the seasons you are not in control, no matter how you strive they will last as long as they do.

Fortunately there is one who does control the seasons and he knows you. You might not know him yet but

he is inviting you into the warm to have a cup of tea with him. The choice is yours.

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Autumn

I know I am little late in letting you know that it is Autumn but it took this long for the first Autumnal leaf that I picked up to dry out sufficiently enough for me to take a picture of it in the way I wanted to.
I think that visually Autumn is my favourite season, the rain and coldness are not particularly welcome but they become a triviality when compared to the stunning sights of Autumn leaves caught in early evening sunsets.

This has been one of the themes of my last season, even though we can be surrounded by death and face the fiercest of storms God will in those moments afford us the perspective to step back and see him and when we do all else fades into pale insignificance.

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